<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:01:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-5363302267058844762</id><published>2011-05-15T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:53:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm 11 days since i updated my blog. Fans have been asking me, flooding my mailbox with emails asking me what have I been doing. (LIKE REAL!!!) Well, back by popular demand, its... *drum roll* RYANKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE 2011 was an exciting period for me. Volunteering with WP for walkabouts and I was involved in polling day as well by being a polling and counting agent. I was sick the past 3 weeks. Sore throat followed by a cough. Just when things got better, I had the flu. Wow the jab that I got before I went USA last november is strong. Got the injection end Oct and I got sick only mid Apr. Hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I did not do my runs. Syok lar this weekend. Met up with my buddies and watched The Lost Bladesman. Story about my favourite general Guan Yu. Disappointing the movie. 1 out of 5 stars. Lousy plot. Ridiculous plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat had another late night movie, Paul, with a friend of mine whom I shall call her S. Just a friend nia. How do I know her? Will be revealed @ a later period. Sun went canoeing. I just paddled and wack. Pity my partners.  Expecting DOMS 1st thing in Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies to target: Thor, Fast and Furious 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like what the pig says @ the end of every looney tunes cartoon episode: Thats all folks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-5363302267058844762?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/5363302267058844762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=5363302267058844762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/5363302267058844762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/5363302267058844762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/05/hmm-11-days-since-i-updated-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-9107207342782181356</id><published>2011-05-04T10:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:56:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZNYmK19-d0U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osama Bin Laden is dead finally!!! President Obama made this announcement a few days ago. Scenes of celebration were seen across USA and the world. This villian is finally caught, I quote ex President George Bush Jr, "Dead or Alive", after 10 long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunt for him started at 11-9-2001, the now infamous "911", when 3 planes crashed into the twin towers of New York and Pentagon, one after another with passengers inside. The Twin Towers collapsed and thousands of people died, including the passengers inside the planes. Pentagon suffered minimal damage because the passengers, at the brink of death, struggled with the terrorists for control of the plane. In the ensuing investigations, it was discovered that Al-Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden were in -charge of this operation. This thrust them into overnight prominence. Afghanistan was attacked on the pretext of finding him. The Taliban was overthrown because of the attack. From 2001 till now, American, NATO and troops belonging to their allies are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also ushered in a new era of aviation security. Air marshals were introduced into planes. Doors leading to the cockpit were reinforced. No more cockpit tours. Heavier security checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, another plot was unearthed. Bringing in bottles of liquid and detonate inside planes. As a result only liquids of less than 100ml, in sealed clear plastic bags, were allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward another few years. A Nigerian man was discovered to have had explosives hidden on him when he tried to detonate it when a plane was in mid air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these because of 1 man, Osama Bin Laden. He was their spiritual leader in the fight against USA and to bring about a new world order based on Islam throughout the world. But would his passing bring about a peaceful era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Qaeda has evolved. Initially, it was the 1st place where all terrorists come from. Everybody throughout the world who want to get involved would go and look for Al Qaeda. They are the training ground, the bankers, the shrine, the people provider and the place to look for ideas. Had the allied forces found Osama when they 1st started the whole operation, they might have killed the movement totally. Today? In my honest opinion, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, a big spiritual leader has been killed. The terrorists may have lost a big light beacon, a lighthouse. But the Al Qaeda of today is totally different from the Al Qaeda of 2001. Today, Al-Qaeda I feel, is nothing more than training ground. It may not even be a training ground any longer. Its just a dimished beacon of light guiding the terrorists spiritually. Terrorists nowadays strike from around the world. They do not even need to go Al Qaeda for training. They do not even need to ask Al Qaeda for funds. Simply put, Al Qaeda today stands for an idea. The idea of an Islamic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrorists today, work on their own. Since 911, various figures of such symbolism have sprung up. No more need for Osama to command them left right centre up and down. Extremist centres have sprung up on their own. The terrorists gather info and act on their own accord. The death of Osama Bin Laden might spring up hatred in them and prompt more suicide attacks. But his death, hopefully may have shaken the movement, and prevent less people from joining that movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, in the short term, his death calls for a celebration. But in the long term, his death might make little of a difference at all. I am just hoping that the terrorist movement would die out with his death. That would really be world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This blog entry of mine, is not intended to agitate any persons or any race and religion. If anybody feels offended, I am sorry about that and will remove it the moment I get your complaint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-9107207342782181356?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/9107207342782181356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=9107207342782181356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/9107207342782181356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/9107207342782181356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/05/osama-bin-laden-is-dead-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZNYmK19-d0U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-6616149333216881356</id><published>2011-04-24T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:21:21.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts being converted into actions?</title><content type='html'>People say, If there is something you want, think about it and you will get it. Thats because, the more you think about it, the more likely you will want to do it. There are groups that agree with this. There are its own detractors as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me? I would follow with the 2nd group. I feel that, by just thinking, its not enough to be converted into an action. You would need to have a strong desire for it, a feeling of WANTING the outcome. If you think of the outcome, but would not want to do it, you would not have gone ahead and done whatever it needs to be done. I can cite a few examples from my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2004, when I started working part time and during my internship, I realised that just by having a diploma is not enough nowadays. The minimum is a piece of degree. The 2 pieces of papers are the same. Same size. Very often the same material. And right now, they even have the same kind of ceremony. But the contents in the document make a very big difference. A "Bachelor Of Science In Information Technology" would be much more valuable than "Diploma In Information Technology". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I just signed on, UniSIM had openings for its application to a degree programme that it just came out with. I weighed the pros and cons. Cons: Less life, dedicate a lot of time to part time study and self study, had to save my leave for exams for 3 years @ least. Pros: After I get the degree, I know I could get much more than my current police force pay. Standard of acceptance would definitely be lower as its a new degree and not many people applied for it. I had very poor results in poly. I did not have much savings since I did not expect this opening to come out. I borrowed $$$ from my mother and got scolded because of it. But I did not bother about it  and just applied. This desire to want to get a degree because knowing that getting a degree would make life easier for me and my family. Without that desire, that want, I would have just gave up and sat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2005, I just signed on to be a regular police officer. But in the 1st place, before I even signed on, I did not want to make it my career. Its because my parents were not holding to a job in the 1st place that forced me to sign on. Ah well... the wonders in life. Therefore, I made up my mind to quit the police force once my bond has ended. My bond ended in March 2008 but I received the notification only in late Apr 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment the letter reached into my hands, I looked for a job. Mind you, it was in Apr 2008. Bonus was in July 2008. Less than 3 months. If I had wanted to wait for the July bonus, by the time I found a new job, it would be already late Sept. Not worth it to quit as it would be so close to the Dec bonus. And after Dec bonus, only a few more months to the March PB. After March PB, the cycle of waiting for bonus after bonus would begin again. I was already in a comfort zone. Sitting down, doing nothing much but receiving bonus every few months. Cushy job. Until I was 50 somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I made the painful decision to ignore the July bonus and look for a new job. I got a new job just 2 weeks later. Or was it shorter? I forgot. I only remembered it was in mid May, after I finished my exams that I tendered my letter. Even though, like many others who had thought about quitting, the desire of leaving the job made me take the 1st step of finding a new job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On hindsight, perhaps signing on police force could be a turning point in my life. Without it, I would not have enough money to pursue part time studies. The starting pay in the police force is much more than that of a regular IT job for a diploma holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to today. I have the desire to advance up the coporate ladder / switch to the banking industry. But how? BSc are a dime a dozen. Be careful when you throw a stone in the streets. You might just hit somebody who holds a Bachelors degree. The next logical step, get a Masters. Masters in what? Programmes for Masters in Science are too technical. Its a step up from BSc. So, its MBA for me. I identified a few MBA programmes. They need GMAT. Hmm if I did not desire to get an MBA, I would not even have bothered to sign up for GMAT and get books to prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this blog entry serves to tell readers this: You can think all you want. You can daydream all you want. But you need to have a desire to get what you want, what you want to achieve. If not, all the thoughts are just simple rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-6616149333216881356?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/6616149333216881356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=6616149333216881356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6616149333216881356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6616149333216881356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-being-converted-into-actions.html' title='Thoughts being converted into actions?'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-1098710027529119012</id><published>2011-04-09T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:27:42.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premature end to weekend?</title><content type='html'>A rather premature end to a weekend that began prematurely as well. Met J on thus for a movie with her friend. Limitless was quite a drag and not much action. Def not my type of movie. After she sent her friend home, I was driven home. We had a chat and I revealed some things to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri night came. I had a jog before meeting up with Sya, Kar and John for a movie @ Cathay Cineleisure @ night. Hall Pass was great!!! My kind of movie with alotta funny adult (Note: adult = R.A.) jokes. After the movie, joked with Sya about it. :P Sorry buddy you know I cannot resist. Kinda tame night. All of them old liao. Sya and John had to leave early. So, bo bian left home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat came and gone just like that. Woke up early (with a sore throat) for a walkabout. After that met J for a jog @ Bkt Timah. Wah shag ar. Knew eariler that terrain jogging was worse. But did not know that its THAT worse than flat road. Nice workout. But I guess part of the fats lost was regained by eating potato chips after dinner. It will be a long boring sleepless night for me though. Slept most of the time when I was @ home. Sun's events are planned as well. Have a good weekend everybody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-1098710027529119012?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/1098710027529119012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=1098710027529119012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/1098710027529119012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/1098710027529119012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/04/premature-end-to-weekend.html' title='Premature end to weekend?'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-6836317960140166639</id><published>2011-04-03T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:36:35.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, been attending an opposition party's walk-abouts in a particular GRC. The quality of opposition candidates have increased. They did not wear slippers during their walk-abouts. Don't think they would do it during their rallies.&lt;br /&gt;Now, its not about opposing whatever policies the ruling party proposes. They are now trying to propose sensible and alternative policies to tweak the ruling party policies so as to have a better deal for all citizens. Working with whoever is in power is the new deal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri went for a jog with J. After that met up with her friends. A pity I could not drink as I was driving. Wanted to go for a walk but she slept in the car. In the end I sent her home instead after waking her up to tell her that. Slept @ 5am. Heng I arranged to meet my buddies @ 2pm instead of my usual 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat went to JB. Checked my passport. Ever since 2011, during the past 3 months, I went JB once per month. This time, its with TF, Jas and his gf. Its gonna be a new hangout for me? Jas finally got his purple suede shoes. His gf was complaining that Jas was moaning about it for the past  2 months. I remembered that when we 1st saw it, it was love @ 1st sight for Jas. Even when we met during CNY, he told me to bring him to JB. When I last saw him to help him for his FYP, he reminded me again. I told him to set a date as he needed to work on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;We went City Sq immediately to get his shoes. After that, we went to Jusco Tebrau so that I could import my milk. My mom always tells me to buy for her 10 packets of Anlene milk so that she could drink it.&lt;br /&gt;After Jusco Tebrau, it was dinner time. The time where we all look forward to. We would always patronise this stall @ the Taman Sentosa and choose our sting rays. This time, it was sting ray, cereal prawns, crayfish and vegs. Yummy!!! We almost cld not finish the sting ray but TF cleaned it all up. The stall aunty was a v kind woman. We could not pay up the bill in Ringgit but she told us we could give her SGD and she would exchange it for us. Luckily I had some SGD with me and changed with her on the spot. Her rates are the latest rate wor. Never shortchange us. So, for all those people that visit JB, its @ Taman Sentosa Hawker Centre, beside the Shell petrol kiosk. Stall no is 59. 59 in green, in a yellow circle with a green border.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was KSL. A new mall and I wanted to bring them there to explore. A pity that we went there quite late. Most of the shops were closing @ 10pm. It closed much more later than Singapore to be honest. Finally, we went to our traditional final stop before closing for the day. Old Town @ Sutera Mall. Ever since the 1st time we went in, without fail, we would go there for a chill out session before the drive home. Reached home @ 1am and slept finally @ 4am. Crazy sat for me.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend's over. And its back to the grind on Monday. The dawn of a new week makes me look forward to Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-6836317960140166639?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/6836317960140166639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=6836317960140166639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6836317960140166639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6836317960140166639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/04/recently-been-attending-opposition.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-4363880662374622313</id><published>2011-03-29T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:51:11.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam 28/03/2011...</title><content type='html'>Time sure pass fast whenever one is enjoying. Started out bright and early @ 5.45am. (well not that bright lar since technically speaking, there is no hint of sunlight yet.) Drove to pick J up and managed to park my car @ the MSCP before 7am. For new followers of my blog, I am driving an OPC. Mr Vampire, I wld call it. Proceeded to do a short 5km jog around the neighbourhood. J calls it a forced jog. Went for breakfast and proceeded home to have a bath before proceeding to Batam. After a short shower and a short nap, we left for Batam. Reached Batam @ 12.30pm Batam time. Pizza Hut is damn cheap lor. A big stuff crust pizza for 2 costs about SG$10++. It was a 8 piece pizza with 4 flavours. We get 2 of each flavour therefore there is a little big of everything. Went for a 2.5 hrs spa + massage session. It was refreshing. My leg muscles seemed loosened after the session. The masseue are very professional and good with their services. (Editor's note: No dirty business inside. Purely massage). After the massage, it was off to Hypermart for some toiletries shopping. Oral B mouth wash and Clear shampoo is v cheap in there lor. Facial products are cheap too. J and I bought quite a fair bit of toiletries. Dinner was @ this Windsor food court. I was forced to eat fish by J. After dinner, we went back to Batam Centre to confirm our return trip booking for the last boat and walked ard Megamall before finally checking in to head back to SG @ 9pm Batam time. KTV was ard SGD$10 for a 2 hr package during happy hours and SGD$6 for a 1 hr duration during normal hours. Movie tickets are crazily cheap. SGD$2 for a normal movie and $4 for 3D movie. In the end, after reaching SG, reach home, send J home and go home, I got home @ 12.30am. Tired. Long day that started @ 5.45am. Don't mind doing it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-4363880662374622313?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/4363880662374622313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=4363880662374622313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4363880662374622313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4363880662374622313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/03/batam-28032011.html' title='Batam 28/03/2011...'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-5277047505508570117</id><published>2011-03-20T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:39:12.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally random stuff in this entry</title><content type='html'>Got a new laptop last sat @ the IT Show. Intel i7 rocks!! With 6GB RAM and I finally know how turbo boost work. It was so crowded. I went with J and she had to grab on to me or my bag to avoid us from getting spilt up. I went to get my laptop and she went to look for training providers that had SAP / SAS. I got what I wanted but she did not. There is a keyboard protector that came along with it. I put it on and I am now getting the hang of it. Prefer to type on a naked keyboard instead of a keyboard with a "condom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all colors, I got a pink laptop. For the model that I wanted, they ran out of white color. J was highly amused and smiling away @ the thought of it. Thanks ar good friend. You looked kinda happy that I got the pink one... -_-||| This was the only retailer who offered a trade in for old laptops. Unfortunately, my old laptop decided not to detect the DVD drive on that day and I know that my battery was kind of screwed up already. So I did not get a gd price for it. My main priority: get rid of the old laptop!!! So, thats why, in the end, I choose the more expensive model. Fujitsu was supposed to be a durable and reliable brand until I was proven wrong on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wed night, I was using it happily when the screen flickered and blacked out. The hard drive was still running, the power was still on. Power was still being supplied to the laptop. When I restarted, the screen flickered as well. Therefore, I concluded, hardware fault. Either LCD or graphics card. Heng I was on leave on Thurs. So I could go to the service centre.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to  be on half day leave on thurs to accompany mommy to SNEC for her checkup. In the end, I dumped her there and made my way to Fujitsu Alexandra for a service request. Luckily it was damaged on Wednesday night as Thurs was the only time I would be on leave on a weekday. Their Alexandra branch is the only one that can entertain a 1 to 1 exchange. They are only open on weekdays and not weekends. Wth right. A new laptop and it got a hardware fault after 5 days of use with a service centre that only open on weekdays. Decided to go to Alexandra instead of Funan because Alexandra can offer a 1 to 1 exchange and it being a new laptop, I decided to demand for a 1 to 1 exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for me ( I am always lucky in this respect), I managed to get a 1 to 1 exchange in the end. The CSO concluded that it was a hardware fault. Now, I am happily typing on my new laptop to get this blog entry online. Thats how I got 2 new laptops in the span of a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-5277047505508570117?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/5277047505508570117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=5277047505508570117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/5277047505508570117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/5277047505508570117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/03/totally-random-stuff-in-this-entry.html' title='totally random stuff in this entry'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-4188319664915792301</id><published>2011-03-19T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:30:52.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Peaceful weekends for the past few weeks. When I am busy, I am busy. When I am free, I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer today. Did not play very well today. The worse is yet to come. Pain level 1) Got kicked accidentally on the shin. Pain level 2) Got hit accidentally on the shin twice. Pain level 3) Got hit accidentally on the shin twice, at the same spot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time while I was blocking a shot and I used my body to nudge the guy. The guy's sole came in contact with my shin. 2nd time, I was running behind this guy when he accidentally gave a knock on the same spot of my shin. Pain for quite sometime. Now that spot is swollen. Hope it recovers fast and it will not feel so painful when I do my running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-4188319664915792301?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/4188319664915792301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=4188319664915792301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4188319664915792301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4188319664915792301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/03/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!!!'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-5489673106162097894</id><published>2011-02-21T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:43:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mad Weekend</title><content type='html'>Woah!!! Another mad mad weekend again!! Another weekend of this and I dunno what will happen to me. Heres what happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri: Got dismissed early due to company dinner. Yea!!! Therefore, attended the dinner. 1st up, tossing of yu sheng. Those guys really toss the yu sheng. It was like a war zone. Bits and pieces landed on legs or in cups. But, Hotel Grand Central, Cheers Garden Restaurant's service is really F up. Asked for change of cups, have to wait for 15 min. Wanna find a waiter also so difficult. Ask for a change of chopsticks, have to ask 2 different people. Ask for a cup of ice water also have to wait for 15 min after asking 3 different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to ST James as planned. We were conveyed by a taxi driver who talked dirty to us throughout the journey. It was fun @ 1st, a bunch of 4 guys talking with a taxi driver. But as the journey went on, it became stale. Very stale. We kept quiet and the guy just kept rambling on. It was a relief for me as we reached the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Ordered 2 bottles of martell and 2 bottles of whisky that was shared among 12-13 of us. We, or rather I drank till high and danced till sweat. End up going home @ 3am. Reached home @ 4am and woke up @ 6.30am @ 1st to send my mom to a temple. Slept again and woke up @ 10.30am. Wanted to sleep somemore before going to the chalet that I have with my colleagues but can't seem to fall asleep. So therefore, I went to a chalet feeling still somewhat tired, with a tinge of alcohol in my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wacked beach soccer and I was knackered by the end of the session. Waited for Al to bring us our dinner and we were very thankful when he arrived. Thanks Al!!! Al drove us ard Sentosa and we went into Sentosa Cove. Woah... nais place!!! There was this section where houses surround a lake leading to the sea. And everybody has their own yacht. A pity it was already dark or we can see more things. The houses there are big!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept @ 3am and woke up @ 7am to see 2 of my colleagues leaving. Woke Ed up (sorry ed) and proposed to him that we check out early. Thankfully he agreed and we left the chalet early. In the monorail trip back, there was a grp of noisy teenagers. We were pissed of with them because they are simply too noisy. Reached Sg mainland and went to have mac before leaving our own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept @ 10.30am and woke up @ 3.15pm. Watched a taiwan drama and went for a dinner appt with J. Had Tony Ramos. The ribs were good. Steak was tender. Corn cob and shrimp tasted nice. But the chicken left something to be desired. In part because we ate it too late and the cheese got hard. Also, it was kind of salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, I drove J's car around Dempsy Road/Ridley Park area. We saw some huge and humongous houses!!! WOW!!!! I was particularly impressed with 3 houses. Firstly,  there was a certain house with a facade that looked like a palace to me. They had 4-5 red cars parked in their front garage. The house itself looked quite big! The 2nd house had a big front yard with some nais deco that can be seen from the main gate. These 2 houses, we stopped and took a look @ it from the outside in the car for a short while. The 3rd house, it was quite dark but it had a nais exterior deco and it looked quite long and big from the outside. After the drive, we had a short chat in the car and I drove myself home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to pick up my parents from their JB day trip. And boy, did I have a good time waiting for them. Waited for half an hour before I could go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, its Monday, back to the grind. Before I leave, could someone please enlighten me who is A? A is someone that left a message for me on my chatbox, hoping I could find a gf. I could not think of anyone who is on my MSN or FB that starts with the letter A. So could someone please enlighten me or @ least A him/herself please tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-5489673106162097894?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/5489673106162097894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=5489673106162097894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/5489673106162097894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/5489673106162097894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-mad-weekend.html' title='Another Mad Weekend'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-113083857337968272</id><published>2011-02-15T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:04:12.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just the remixed version of a National Day classic on the google box. The song in question? Home. IMO: The best National Day song ever!! Brought me lotsa feelings. Patriotic?  I guess so. I identified with the lyrics of this song. This is Home. This is where I must be. I guess, there are no other places where I can comfortably call Home. Except Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, recent events by the govt and in Singapore had brought me much sadness and made it feel less like home. It seems that the govt has lost touch with the ground. Prices keep increasing. Their salaries keep increasing under the guise of keeping corruption at bay. But not our salary. Even the govt internally has its failings which is kept under wraps. Singaporeans are slowly but surely losing their national identity. The influx of foreigners has made Singaporeans feel displaced in their own home. Heck, they do not have to do NS. We protect them for 2 years and they leave Singapore. I bet they are the 1st to run away when war erupts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worse still, most foreigners openly make known their feelings of using Singapore as stepping stone. We often hear stories of how some groups of foreigners, after getting scholarships from local universities, complete their stories and go home. Thus, breaking their bond. Our govt has no way of getting the $$$ back. Yet, when Singaporeans break scholarship bonds, our govt has every ways and means of getting it back. Every single cent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The public transport service is getting worse yet the fares are going up. Some buses are perpetually late. The MRT is forever crowded. It used to be less crowded during peak hours. I can't say so for now. The crowds? Most of them are well... I shall stop there for fear of being labelled xenophobic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Housing is no longer affordable. In the 1980s, my parents bought my current home for a mere 15k. Fully paid when I was in secondary school. Now? A similar size flat costs 200K. Fully paid for only after 30 years!! The living room is smaller, the kitchen is wayyyyyyyyy smaller. The bedroom? Heh my own bedroom is even bigger than the newer master bedrooms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite the complaints listed above, I would not hestitate to call Singapore my Home. Security is good. I could walk out @ night in the neighbourhood without fear of being mugged. Even girls need not fear of being raped. My ex-colleagues who are foreigners comment that even though they don't see police at every corner, they still feel safe. They don't see crimes being committed as well. Thats the main reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have no open conflicts. Live in Israel and have the fear of being bombed by an Arab. Live in the middle east and have the fear of being the next victim of a suicide bomber. Live in Afghanistan and have the fear of being killed by the Taliban for helping the US. Live in parts of America and be afraid of being mugged. Esp when I am a small sized asian and they are all of a bigger build than me. Over here, Chinese, Malays, Indians and a mix of other races all get along together. There are no racial / religious riots. Everybody is sensitive and tolerant to each other's religion / race. Thats another plus point. Singapore is a melting pot of cultures. To end this post, the Home MTV that I was talking about and the lyrics at the bottom. Enjoy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/poEQpEtDc5s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Whenever I am feeling low&lt;br /&gt;I look around me and I know&lt;br /&gt;There's a place that will stay within me&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may choose to go&lt;br /&gt;I will always recall the city&lt;br /&gt;Know every street and shore&lt;br /&gt;Sail down the river which brings us life&lt;br /&gt;Winding through my Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is Home, truly&lt;br /&gt;Where I know I must be&lt;br /&gt;Where my dreams wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Where that river always flows&lt;br /&gt;This is home, surely&lt;br /&gt;As my senses tell me&lt;br /&gt;This is where I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;For this is where I know it's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are troubles to go through&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a way to start anew&lt;br /&gt;There is comfort in the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;That homes about its people too&lt;br /&gt;So we'll build our dreams together&lt;br /&gt;Just like we've done before&lt;br /&gt;Just like the river which brings us life&lt;br /&gt;There'll always be Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is Home, truly&lt;br /&gt;Where I know I must be&lt;br /&gt;Where my dreams wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Where that river always flows&lt;br /&gt;This is home, surely&lt;br /&gt;As my senses tell me&lt;br /&gt;This is where I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;For this is where I know it's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Home, truly&lt;br /&gt;Where I know I must be&lt;br /&gt;Where my dreams wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Where that river always flows&lt;br /&gt;This is home, surely&lt;br /&gt;As my senses tell me&lt;br /&gt;This is where I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;For this is where I know it's home&lt;br /&gt;(For this is where I know, I'm HOME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-113083857337968272?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/113083857337968272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=113083857337968272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/113083857337968272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/113083857337968272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/02/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/poEQpEtDc5s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-738502696820948610</id><published>2011-02-13T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:21:58.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad (tired) Weekend</title><content type='html'>Had a mad weekend. Yet, despite the madness and activity that I surrounded myself with, I ended it on a quiet note. (Luckily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on Friday, I left work with my bottle of unopened vodka and went to my buddy's house for CNY steamboat gathering. Knew this bunch of guys from my poly days. You guys still rock after 10 years!! Had not met up with K, TF, Jerm and Jas for a freaking long time. We need to go in Johor someday bros!!! Chatted / joked / scolded / complained over steamboat and adjourned to Jas's room for another chit chat session over vodka. I was very very very red faced after drinking 1 small cup of vodka mixed with mango juice. Tasted fine. Nothing disgusting. They thought I was drunk. hahaha. Again chatted / joked / scolded / complained. Thanks Jas for hosting. Went home at 11 plus. Decided to take cab home as I was lazy to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a new drama about new recruits adapting to life in the Taiwanese army. Slept @ 2am and woke up @ 8.45 a.m. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to join the guys for soccer at the last minute. Boy, I never regretted that decision. Played my heart out. The last match, I almost could not run. Sweat drenched underwear haha. :P That was how much I sweated. After lunch, did some weights at the gym before bathing. My main aim to go gym is to bath actually. Thats why sometimes I went gym after ECP jogging. Save water @ home. Sounds abit cheapo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought some bread and passed to J at her worksite. Poor girl. Working from 8am to well past 10pm everyday and complaining. So my heart felt for her, bought bread and passed it to her. Chit chatted with her in my car and when I left for home, I was astonished. 5pm liao!!!! TIME PASS SO FAST!!!! WTH!!!! I only played soccer, had lunch, went gym and chit chatted with J in my car!!! When I reached home, I headed straight for bed and woke up @ 8pm for dinner. abt 1hr plus 2 hr of slp. @ nite, when J told me she wanted to jog despite her being down with flu and sore throat, an idea hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am taking part in the Sundown Marathon (start at 10pm), I might as well join her for a short jogging session and see how its like to jog at ECP @ 2am in the morning. ECP is part of the route. In the end, I had a 6+ km session. I was kinda impressed by myself hahahaha :P I need to complete the whole stretch of ECP, back and forth 1 time (20KM est) by mid Apr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my drive home, I was not really familiar with the Fort Rd exit (ECP -&gt; AYE). I always exit Fort Road I admit but it was always from AYE -&gt; ECP. I missed that exit and in the end had to exit Rochor and go back to ECP. Heck, I rarely go to jog @ c/park F2. I always start from Fort Road. More female joggers from my Fort Road c/park route. C/Park F2 is so deserted and dark @ nite lor. Almost nobody goes there. I almost forgot how to go there. I reached home at about 5am and watched a drama till 6plus am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept for less than 2 hrs before mom woke me up. I have to report for driver duty. Thats the bad part of being the only person in the family who has a driver's license and owns a vehicle. I am always on standby for being a chauffeur / deliveryman. The good part? Unlike peers of my age, I get to drive the car anytime I want hahahaha. I do not need to watch my father's timing before getting the car. Or else jogging @ 2am would not have happened. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept till 3pm and still felt tired. Old liao. Even if I slept @ 4am the previous day without doing anything, I still feel tired. Had a nap at 6pm and basically did nothing for the whole day besides watching the Taiwan drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this post: The actress playing the part of the female trainer is chio ar!!!!!!! WOOOOO!!! WHEEE WHEET!!! *wolf whistles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-738502696820948610?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/738502696820948610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=738502696820948610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/738502696820948610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/738502696820948610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/02/mad-tired-weekend.html' title='Mad (tired) Weekend'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-8002877196355552395</id><published>2011-02-07T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:43:05.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CNY TO ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday, 7 Feb 2011 Singapore time 0013hrs. Another day of off and I am back to work. Unfortunately, I have nothing to do on Monday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day B4 CNYE:&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a friend and went to Movida. MOVIDA STILL ROCKS!!!! The latin live band was awesome!!! The guitarist was great!!! The singers rocks!!! This auntie provided some entertainment for us. Seeing her dance move made us smile hahaha. Seeing this ang mo's failed attempt to hook up with the auntie nearly made me ROFLOL in the club hahaha. Hmm maybe I shld be a regular at Movida, enjoy a drink of beer or 2 a few days after work and watch the happenings there hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNYE: Spent half the day cleaning my room. And slacked throughout the night. Chinatown was v blardy packed even after 12am. But as usual, they start to price their stuff ridiculously low after 12am. When I reached its vicinity, there were already cars parked illegally by the roadside. So, I straightaway dropped my parents off and went to a nearby carpark which I knew may not be full. In the end I was right. After 2hrs of sweating, pushing and shoving, we left for Queen St Temple. At that temple, more adventures to follow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached there, lucky I always walk infront of my parents. As I was behind this uncle who was buying flowers at a flower shop, that bugger turned ard with a joss stick that was still burning. The joss stick was at a almost horizontal position and was only centimetres away from me. I straight away say out loud "EH JOSS STICKS SHLD BE IN A VERTICAL POSITION AND UP HIGH!!! I ALMOST GOT BURNT AH!!!" And I walked away after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thereafter, in the temple, someone was praying and bringing down his joss sticks when I was just infront of him. The joss sticks came down and was again within centimetres infront of my nose. I did not blame the guy as he was praying. Stun sia!!! Lucky after that nothing much happened. Imagine being burnt by joss sticks on the 1st day of CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old liao. Last time, I could stay awake till 6am and not sleep. CNYE, I stayed awake till 4am and went to sleep. I had a nap @ 9plus PM and it made no difference. Worse to come. I slept till 12pm on 1CNY. Relatives came and I slept again @ 6pm till 8pm. Age is catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY 1st Day:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Slacked at home. In the end, ate too much CNY goodies that I did not wanna go gym. GRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY 2nd Day:&lt;br /&gt;Went house visit machaim MP. In the end, ended so late that I missed the gym's opening hours and had to make do again a day without any exercise and missed a gathering. Had sore throat so did not dare to eat too much goodies. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY 3rd Day:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early early to give a morning call to VWSP cause I will be going JB with her. Went there early early to go Larkin interchange for breakfast. Fortunately, there was no traffic jam. But, I misread the GPS's directions and went the wrong way. Heng its not v off so still managed to get there before too long. Larkin interchange was disappointing. The FC @ Larkin plaza was a 100% muslim FC. In the end settled for Nasi Lemak which was not that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went KSL City Mall. Perhaps its the 3rd day of CNY so not many shops were opened. But they still have quite a number of shoppers. Watched a movie in there. Thanks VWSP for watching a canto movie with me even though u cannot understand anything much about canto and derived the jokes from the subtitles. I felt bad. I will treat u lunch / dinner nx time ok!!! Since u took the tab for lunch. Went out @ 4pm  and it was a HUGE traffic jam all the way from customs. Reached SG @ 5pm and wanted to go to Sentosa for the flower festival. In the end, we shopped in Vivo till 7plus and decided to go back without going to Sentosa since its too late to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ night, I met up with J and taught her about programming stuff. Went to Starbucks @ ECP. Loudly told her I bet with you that there is no free roadside parking there but I lost. Heng I did not tell her the ante.  Discovered that it was closed @ 12.30AM instead of 24hrs as what she thought. So in the end, went to PS. I bet with her that it will be open 24hrs on a cup of drink. She lost hahahaha. So J, a shoutout to you: You still owe me a cup of drink. The cup yesterday was for teaching u VB so late @ night ok. :P You better make some sense of it and make use of it after spending almost an entire night teaching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove her home and chatted in my car for sometime before reaching home @ 6 plus am. Madness. Almost 24hrs of no sleep. The last time it happened, I was stoned @ 12am. Slept in the KTV room for 30min. This time, I did not stone. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY 4th day:&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY I WENT TO THE GYM!!! Woke up only @ 1pm as a result of 3CNY. Decided to go gym since its been days since I went. I was afraid that I would collapse on the treadmill / weights machine since I have not had breakfast / lunch. My stomach was feeling the effects of it moments after I woke up. The last time I ate? Dinner time on 3CNY. My last drink was a mocha in PS starbucks. Not sure how much help it gave. Did 5km on the treadmill before giving up. Did some weights. Wacked KFC. Stomach felt good, Ryan felt good, FATS felt good too lor. Sian. Slacked the rest of the day away and slept when I reached home. Happy times sure pass fast. Tomorrow is the last day of my RnR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all readers, HAPPY CNY!!! GONG HEI FAT CHOY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-8002877196355552395?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/8002877196355552395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=8002877196355552395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/8002877196355552395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/8002877196355552395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-cny-to-all-its-monday-7-feb-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-653674063859972062</id><published>2011-01-28T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:40:10.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a month since yours truly (not truly asia mind you) last updated the blog. In this past mth, been busying OTing... 3 long blardy weeks of OT... Mon to Fri... EVERYDAY AFTER 9PM DEN GO HOME!!! ARGH!!! WTH!!! NO OT PAY!!! NO TIME OFF!!! GRRRRRR... At the very least, got taxi claim and meal reimbursement. Meal reimbursement is a flat $10. So what I did, I ate a small zi char dish, abt $4 and I still get to make some $$. The measures I have to take... Nvm. Take it as an ST Savings Scheme. Interest?? $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing fat, reducing muscle strength, reducing muscle size and last but not least ENLARGING belly. All thanks to OT which did not let me have much of a chance to  go to gym or do my joggings. Well less food for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this moment, I ish still in somewhere in AMK doing rushing some shit test results for Monday's demo. Fri lei!!! sianz to the max. Well @ least I am better off. A friend of mine, civil engineer, is working 7 days per wk, everyday till 10pm at least. So well its kinda comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with job lobangs pls tell me!!! Any help is greatly appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY IS COMING!!! CHAI SHEN DAO!!!! PAO ZHU YI SHEN DA DI CHUN!!! PI LI PA LA PA LA LA!!!! QI DA LONTONG GEI NI QIANG!!!! Opps... not lontong gei ni qiang (lontong let u snatch). Lontong is a Malay dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB over the weekend. Their shopping centre, full of CNY spirit. The PA system of the shopping centre itself was blasting CNY music all over the place. Contrast that to Singapore. Sibeh sian, a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well CNY coming. Took leave on Tues, Wed and Mon after CNY. Hyper longggggg weekend!!! Song ar!!!!!! OT the past few days liao... On hyper long break. 2.5 days of leave and I get 1 wk of break. Worth it sia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I end this entry on a happy note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-653674063859972062?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/653674063859972062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=653674063859972062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/653674063859972062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/653674063859972062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-month-since-yours-truly-not.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-1333647964178395521</id><published>2010-12-26T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:06:45.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Targets 2011:&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete Adidas Sundown Marathon (full 42 km)&lt;div&gt;2) Clock @ least a 10km jogging route for 5 days a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Be able to jog 30km without stopping in a jogging event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Have 5K in bank acc by March 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Pass GMAT with high scores by 4th May 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Be more sociable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Hit the gym 5 times a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Maintain a 70kg weight (without fats) or 75kg (with muscles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call them targets because people don't keep resolutions. Written targets have more effect than those stored in the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-1333647964178395521?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/1333647964178395521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=1333647964178395521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/1333647964178395521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/1333647964178395521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/12/targets-2011-1-complete-adidas-sundown.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-9064463412215260262</id><published>2010-12-05T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:56:01.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Legs aching, back sore. Just completed my 1st marathon. Whatever muscles i gained during gym shrunk. Seriously contemplating whether or not to proceed to Adidas Sundown 2011 even though I signed up. Crap route today in the sun. Total time: 8 hrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-9064463412215260262?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/9064463412215260262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=9064463412215260262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/9064463412215260262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/9064463412215260262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/12/legs-aching-back-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-7451192372125271700</id><published>2010-11-23T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:03:11.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From SBT to quite happy</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY BACKPACK BACK!!!! Misplaced faith in SQ haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to a rep from the phone, SQ placed my bag into a different compartment and overlooked it. No wonder I cannot find on the baggage claim. I got my bag at 2pm. Landed @ 5.30am so that means its &gt; 6 hrs that I got my bag and I can claim insurance!!! Gonna submit a claim and attempt it. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-7451192372125271700?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/7451192372125271700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=7451192372125271700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/7451192372125271700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/7451192372125271700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-sbt-to-quite-happy.html' title='From SBT to quite happy'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-3452019858487868724</id><published>2010-11-23T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:52:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SB TULAN!!!!</title><content type='html'>The above title says it all. For my friends whom I have been talking to, yes I am finally back from the USA, the land of the free and home of the braves, to the SG, the land of the heavily censored and home of the kiasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I feel SBT now? Happily, I was proceeding with my plane journey home. From Lawton, to Dallas to Houston and I was carrying beloved Karrimor backpack. After scanning the boarding pass to SQ61, I was happily walking to the plane when just b4 I turn to enter the plane, this bitch from the ground staff of IAH told me that my bag is too big and heavy for carry in. She could register that bag for me as a check in bag at no costs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking: WTF!!! R U FREAKING SURE!!! I have carried my bag twice to HK via the plane, from SG to San Fran to Dallas to Lawton on plane and from Lawton, Dallas and Houston on plane. Nobody told me that. And knowing how strict USA is on aviation laws, I decided not to argue with her. Lest spending a few nights in a USA holding cell with big tattooed men giving me cock meat sandwich  Harold and Kumar Go to Gitmo style or being poked in the arse or beaten up everynight because I am a small asian man does not appeal to me. So I parted with my bag. She tagged my bag, gave me a tag and I went to the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back after a long flight to SG, I went to the baggage claim conveyor and to my horror, I got 2 outta 3 check in bags!!! I lodged a simple report with the SATS lost and found and they will help me check with Houston. I hope everything goes well. So much for a nais n happy trip back home. Clothes are not that impt. Most impt are the Reese chocs that I wanna give away. Purposely ordered a bigger bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-3452019858487868724?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/3452019858487868724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=3452019858487868724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/3452019858487868724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/3452019858487868724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/11/sb-tulan.html' title='SB TULAN!!!!'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-181736423544892789</id><published>2010-11-11T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:36:01.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural differences</title><content type='html'>In SG: Drives on the LEFT hand side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Drives on the RIGHT hand side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Parks car butt in.&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Parks car head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Whenever you step into a store, no salesperson to chup u&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Whenever you step into a store, the nearest salesperson would ask: Hello how is your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Salesperson does not make small talk with you. Even when the salesperson makes small talk, customers bo chup&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Salespersons attempt to make small talk. And I try to reply and continue the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Whenever you buy something, the salesperson has a face that says "Good riddance, you have left"&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Whenever you buy something, the salesperson greets you with "Have a nice day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Service tax 10%. Even so, people still dont wanna give. Service tax does not go to the waiters. They will have extra income only when there are tips in the tip bowl. Even if service tax is abolished, SG dont like to give tips.&lt;br /&gt;In USA: No service tax. Tips are out of goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: A majority of security guards act as if you owe them money and those ah peks give u the guai lan face.&lt;br /&gt;In USA: The security guards infront of Fort Sill make small talk with you and joke as they scan the ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Police travel in pairs&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Police travel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: When stopped by a police on the road, you can come out of the vehicle&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Try the above point and you will get shot. Stay in the vehicle with your hands on the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: Everywhere is crowded&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Lawton is desserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SG: McDonalds and fast food restaurants have cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;In USA: Please clear up the table yourself after you finish your meal before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-181736423544892789?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/181736423544892789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=181736423544892789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/181736423544892789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/181736423544892789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/11/cultural-differences.html' title='Cultural differences'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-6628591757822067853</id><published>2010-11-06T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:25:03.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from the US of A!!!</title><content type='html'>Now, I am in the land of the free, the land of the braves for a short 2 weeks work assignment. In this ulu town called lawton in the state of oklahoma. Jit tao nothing to do lor. Walked the surrounding buildings for like 1.5 hrs and went back hotel. Slept awhile and I went to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why we did not venture further: alot of cars but no taxis!!!! Jialat sia I tell u... sian lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight trip to USA also sian. Took an evening SQ flight from SG to San Francisco, USA via HK. Stopover only but if you get out of the plane and go in again, you need to make 1 big fat round. After that took a domestic flight from San Fran to Dallas. We had time to kill so we wanted to go to the transit lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang zhai, upon reaching there (the Star Alliance lounge), buay sai jip. Even though we travelled via SQ (Star Alliance), we are not allowed to use the facilities because we are departing via American Airlines, a One World Alliance member. Bo bian lor sit @ airport chair, still hope for a chance to bath (eh I did not bathe for 15 hrs prior). Slept awhile and haha got onto the Dallas bound plane and slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up halfway with 1hr to go before hitting Dallas. Thank goodness for PSP, I could play on the plane to "waste" the time. Upon reaching Dallas, walked ard the airport and spotted McDonalds!!! haha I psychoed my friend to eat. This was like the XX meal already? On the plane, had 3 meals. Off the plane, in San Fran @ 10pm, had 1 subway footlong sandwich. And now, in Dallas, 1 McBreakfast. The McBreakfast was sooooo tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Lawton, Oklahoma, checked in the hotel and our supervisor allowed us to zho bo, this being our 1st day. Hahaha syok rite. J kept on telling me that she is so envious despite her travelled there before. Hmmmm work without any sechduled off days for the nx 2 weeks my dear J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather there was cold lar. Could not go out without my jacket, gloves and beanie. No wearing of berms and slippers unless its within hotel premises. Nope its not some strange laws of the land. Its just too cold to wear berms and slippers. Unless a person does not have common sense, nobody does that here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-6628591757822067853?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/6628591757822067853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=6628591757822067853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6628591757822067853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6628591757822067853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging-from-us-of.html' title='Blogging from the US of A!!!'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-4394514196015402305</id><published>2010-10-24T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:04:52.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's soccer match was a vastly different one from the one on thu. @ the very least, I contributed more, I ran more (due to a lack of substitutes) and ya I played the whole match. Ran my lungs out and now I feel some pain in my hamstring. :( Again being a central defender and just shouted my lungs out as well. Got thrashed though by the other team... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-4394514196015402305?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/4394514196015402305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=4394514196015402305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4394514196015402305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4394514196015402305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-soccer-match-was-vastly.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-4734428853109020860</id><published>2010-10-21T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:37:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD THE WORST F***ING SOCCER GAME IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!! 20 MINS OF NIGHTMARE TO BE FORGOTTEN!!! ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/12/2010, ex-colleague ask me be brother. 20/11/2011 Long time friend ask me be brother. This brothering issue will come more and more as I grow older. Finally peeps are getting married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-4734428853109020860?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/4734428853109020860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=4734428853109020860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4734428853109020860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4734428853109020860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-had-worst-fing-soccer-game-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-631473070107642445</id><published>2010-10-10T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:45:55.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat nite shout</title><content type='html'>There I was, infront of my computer, in my room, minding my own business @ 2am in the morning when all of a sudden, I heard a woman shouting. I thought "damn a woman got robbed @ 2am downstairs my house. RyanMan has to take action. Chase the robber, catch the robber get a cert!!!" Btw, I am staying in a small HDB unit @ the 5th floor. Curiosity got the better of me so I wanted to go to take a look. Editors note: I am not kpo. I just have a heightened sense of curiosity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all geared up in my slippers and my hp when after getting out of my house, I saw the source of the shout. Car parked @ the roadside, and this woman was arguing with her boyfriend. Guess from the contents the woman suspected dear dear to be having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti climax lei. I tot got chance to chase robber, catch robber and get commendation cert by police. Wasted. Nvm got show to watch also not that bad. Like the saying in hokkien: Bo He, Hei Ma Ho. Mai Hiam Buay Pai. Meaning: No fish, prawn also can. Dont be too choosy actually is the choice is not bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood @ 5th floor corridor and watched the show. This one like stadium live soccer match I have to sit @ the higher levels. Damn small lor the main characters. After watching the show for like 5 minutes, I shouted "Oie!!! What time already!!! Still argue and kpkb!!! Ppl still wanna slp lei!!! Call police liao go home la!!!" The woman, who was shouting, immediately shut up and talked softly to the guy. The guy, well I heard him saying "Sorry, sorry." Dont know if its to me or the girl. After seeing that I had destroyed the show (saving 1 call to the police in the process), I went home. No show see liao ler still stand there for wat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-631473070107642445?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/631473070107642445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=631473070107642445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/631473070107642445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/631473070107642445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/10/sat-nite-shout.html' title='Sat nite shout'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-6688802623517325780</id><published>2010-10-04T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:04:16.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been receiving complaints, esp from Wen that my blog was not updated in a longgggggggggg time. Lazy and dont know what to write ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a painful week. Developed an Anal Fissure, which is a tear @ the anus, nearby the "exit door" for faeces since Tuesday. Painful until my legs grew numb I tell you. Close to 1 week, the pain has more or less diminished into a irritant. As a result of that, I stopped my gym and jogging. Got to give up Newton Run on 10-10-2010 I guess. Luckily I still got Stand Chart 2010 to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, after work, went to Costa Sands Paris for 3 days 2 nights. For beginners, I have not travelled to France (I wish). Rather, Paris is my amalgamation of the word PAsir RIS, hence PARIS. Glam up the place eh hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say. Although not many people stayed, but yet their presence made the event kind of fun. I had a drinking session with a few of them, after not touching alcohol in years. So in a way, I was kind of glad that I did not drive home or else will meet with roadblocks. I think I got kind of high but luckily I was not drunk or wasted. Anyway, with or without alcohol, I am still high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per a conversation I had with a friend, this blog shall end with&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-6688802623517325780?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/6688802623517325780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=6688802623517325780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6688802623517325780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6688802623517325780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update!!!'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-4145396774642549482</id><published>2010-09-19T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:57:03.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking Sunday</title><content type='html'>Failed attempt on Friday night. Peeps would know what happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went kayaking. Syok sia!!! Sunburnt but still it felt syok. Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-4145396774642549482?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/4145396774642549482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=4145396774642549482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4145396774642549482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4145396774642549482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/09/kayaking-sunday.html' title='Kayaking Sunday'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-8958480832117094048</id><published>2010-09-12T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:49:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Puasa Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Ever since this email was sent out by HR, my colleagues have been asking me if I would be going home at 3pm on Thursday. I am a Chinese whom people say I look like Malay. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday made me feel old. My niece (Sec 2 or 3) had her bdae celebration and invited some of her classmates. Gosh. Their madness of Korean songs made me remember how I used to be crazy over S.H.E and SPEED when I was their age. When my sister-in-law asked me if I know any of their Korean songs, I told her "Wah the things these young people go after, I have lost track". My sister-in-law replied "You make it sound like you are that old".  &lt;div&gt;I am not sure if I was tired or I did not sleep much but at the end, sat on a lounge chair and feel asleep for a short while. Age catching up?? hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning went out for a hike with J. It was quite a long distance (20km as claimed by the organiser). FYI: I am supposed to go for Army Half Marathon 21KM event on Sunday. Jialat ah!!! Woke up @ 4.30am and could not fall asleep. After the hike, legs did not feel tired yet. Note: YET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the hike, before lunch, she led me to a lookout point in Bkt Timah nature reserve. I was WOWED by the view I tell you. It is facing a former quarry. Between the quarry and the lookout point, there is a big pool of water. The water is very clear. Almost like a mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monkeys were running and climbing about that place. Scared that the monkeys would snatch my handphone, wallet and car keys that I was holding so I placed it in J's bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to this monkey park in Penang when I was primary 3. This monkey snatched a bag of peanuts that I wanted to feed to them from my hand. There was a small scratch. As a result, whenever I am near monkeys, I made sure I am not holding anything with my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to sleep early on Sat night. Went to bed at 10pm and ended up playing my PSP for 1 hr. Tossed and turned in bed till 12am, gave up and switched on my PC. Slept at 1am, woke up at 2am scratching my legs due to mosquito bites, ARGH!!! I AM SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP @ 3.30AM FOR AHM!!!! Slept again, woke up @ 3am and could not go to sleep. What luck.&lt;br /&gt;Went for AHM. After 8km, I felt cramps in my legs and walked together with my colleague, Ed for the rest of the distance. 13km of walking.&lt;br /&gt;Totally disappointed with the results. The half marathon before AHM, I clocked in at 3hr 15min. 14km jog with 7km walk. This time, perhaps due to the lack of sleep and me acting smart going to the hike on Sat, my legs gave up at the 8km mark. -_- Nevertheless, shall aim to do better at Newton 30km on 101010. Best thing: On leave tomorrow!!! Hyper long weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-8958480832117094048?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/8958480832117094048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=8958480832117094048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/8958480832117094048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/8958480832117094048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/09/hari-raya-puasa-long-weekend.html' title='Hari Raya Puasa Long Weekend'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-4363215340602041869</id><published>2010-09-05T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:43:19.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johor Baru Trip At Last!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after putting it off in Aug due to work commitments, I arranged another trip to JB since March or May. This time, its with Indian Hero, Tall Man (2 long time poly mates), J and yours truly, Ryan King. Mr Father pulled out last min. You missed this trip big time bro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad day today. Woke up @ 7am to urinate and when I laid down on the bed I had an Eureka moment. I COULD NOT GET BACK TO SLEEP!!! ARGH!!!!! NOT AGAIN!!! Slept @ 12am so I don't see any reason stopping me from sleeping anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I woke up, helped mom with some stuff and when I finally re-settled down @ home at around 1030, I went to sleep for half an hour before going to collect my AHM goodie bag and gym before meeting up with the partners in crime.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with the guys @ 3pm and drove in to JB!!! Big jam @ causeway and around Leburahya Tebrau but still managed to squeeze thru to Tebrau Jusco @ about 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the carpark entrance that I went in had a long queue so well parked @ Tesco since it looked not as pack. WRONG CHOICE!!!! Had to walk a detour to Jusco and argh... no walk-in entrance so had to walk up a car park ramp in. On the way up that car park ramp, saw that there was still ample parking spaces. Conned big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walked around Jusco. Had dinner @ Nando's. Food was good but I caution all who read thy post... DO NOT PATRONISE THAT PLACE DURING DINNER TIME!!! We went in @ about 6.40pm and our food arrived @ 8pm. The food came after I told the service staff to cancel the food order and bill us for the drinks. Grrrrrrrrr. Buay tahan. J did not have lunch and was starving. We were hungry beyond all hope already. The only thing that kept us going was our chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, bought our stuff and tried to leave the place. Realised there is really no walk in entrance @ Jusco. So please to all who read my post, drive in!!!! Again walked down a ramp to Tesco and left for my traditional chill out place, Old Town Taman Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like OTTS. Good place to chill n relax, open 24hrs, nearby petrol kiosk. Thank you Najib for subsidizing my petrol!!! V Power is amazingly cheap. Ok back to OTTS. Knew this place after Rain bought me there during one of our previous JB trips. From then on, everytime I go JB, be it with Rain and the Gang or with my poly buddies, I would make this my final place b4 going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat there. Secrets abt Indian Hero were revealed and till this time and day, my reaction to one of his secrets would still be the same: Rolling on the floor laughing out loud. Dei you know which one I am talking about. Chatted till about 11+ and went home. Throughout the whole journey, Indian Hero was being his usual self. Good and bad. Now, 2.40am. I still have not gone to sleep and typing this entry which I am not sure if anybody would read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-4363215340602041869?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/4363215340602041869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=4363215340602041869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4363215340602041869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/4363215340602041869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/09/johor-baru-trip-at-last.html' title='Johor Baru Trip At Last!!!'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-2467290940939798162</id><published>2010-08-24T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:44:26.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of singing in the public toilet and... wisdom tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last post, 8 Aug. That was like eons ago. Well for my loyal fans out here (if I have any, pls comment in the textbox beside and say you are my loyal fan.) , here is the long awaited backup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 of my wisdom tooth got extracted that means hmm 1/4 of my wisdom gone. Not so clever anymore. A very troublesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told by my supervisor's supervisor that I need to extract wisdom tooth as a follow up to a medical checkup for a overseas working trip. Don't extract cannot go. Extract maybe can go. I was like "WTF. Siao eh you tell me like nv tell me". If cannot claim I am gonna stir some shit around this hellhole that I am in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go in a glorious afternoon back to this dentist near my home for a checkup. On the way, I had to use the public toilet. I was all alone minding my own small business when this guy with a headphone blaring mp3 came in and stood beside me. Dont these people know how to take care of their ears?? Blast music until so loud, the he kang buey tia?? He dont go deaf I also feel irritated. Machaim those people on the buses / MRT blast the mp3s which they think its cool. Or blast MP3s @ full volume in their ears. 1 word to describe... Irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so, I finished my business and go wash my hands. The moment I walked away, he was like singing to himself in korean, with mismatched pitch and an ugly voice. I went like this -_-|||. Did my presence beside him scare him so much that he could not induce his younger brother into saving the fire @ the toilet bowl? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would they not feel paiseh singing with that kinda voice in a public toilet? I am fine with people singing in their own toilets but public toilets?? Well I guess he really needs a song to coax his younger brother into urinating. But with that kinda voice, he would be the next youtube infamous sensation. Think korean Mariah Carey touch my bardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, I went to the dentist. After a check, he told me an operation was needed for that teeth instead of an extraction. And off I go, when instead of a sweet 10 min walk home after the checkup, I went to their Paris (my short form for PAsir RIS) branch for an operation by a licensed dental surgeon. Wah sian. From Kallang chiong MRT all the way to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach there I still had to wait awhile as his patients came for their appts and could not slot me in. So off I went for a good dinner before I got my tooth extracted and go on a porridge diet for the nx 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the operation, I was glad that he injected me with anesthesia. Man was I glad for the 3 jabs that I was given. With all the drilling and the digging, a tooth extraction operation is not an easy / elegant process. He had to drill the tooth into a 5 pieces and forcibly dig it out with an instrument. My teeth was so long that 1 piece was stuck in the gum and he had to literally dig it out. The good thing that came out of it: I can claim from Medisave but a certain % only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, I woke up and wah siao liao!!! PAIN AH!!!!! Took some painkillers again and managed to go to slp after the pain had subsided somewhat. Today? I took lor bee hoon for lunch and bite the noodles / meat / egg with 1 side of the teeth. Now I am tempted for that bag of Red Rocks Deli potato chips... Feel like reaching out to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-2467290940939798162?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/2467290940939798162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=2467290940939798162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/2467290940939798162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/2467290940939798162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-singing-in-public-toilet-and-wisdom.html' title='Of singing in the public toilet and... wisdom tooth'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-6703362794313371759</id><published>2010-08-08T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:35:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/TF7MKwJP_QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PifU420ZC8w/s1600/Color0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/TF7MKwJP_QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PifU420ZC8w/s400/Color0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503060279787781378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/TF7MKwJP_QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PifU420ZC8w/s1600/Color0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another once in a lifetime event completed. The 1st one was being in the 2004 National Day Parade Police Guard of Honor Contingent. The 2nd one top the list. Being part of the Youth Olympic Torchbearer. SONG AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many can claim to be part of an Olympic torchbearer event?? Many. How many can claim to take part in the Inaugural Youth Olympic Journey of the Youth Olympic Flame event?? Only 2400 Singaporeans. The 1st torchbearers of the modern / ancient summer Olympics dunno still survive or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted a deed on the JYOF website a few mths ago n completely forgotten all abt it. Until in late June when I got an email stating that I was selected to be a torchbearer. Excited ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was @ St Pat Sch 45 min early!!! Overestimated the time for the journey. In the end, loitered in the school until 3.20pm when I made my way to register myself. Along the way, from Bedok Stadium, to my point, alotta people cheering, especially along the HDB estates. Those grassroots or schools form their own cheer team and cheer for the joggers representing them. Sibeh kaulat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point, lamppost 36, near Simei Pte Estate. Heng nobody see me. During the wait, upon getting off the bus, I tore off the sticker with my tag number on the lamppost for memento. During the short 100m or maybe less, heng ah I never fall or drop the torch. In the end haha got a certificate with my name on it, personally signed by Jacque Rogge, IOC president. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was a good experience nevertheless. Kudos to the volunteers (torchbearer hosts and support runners alike) who made this event and the YOG itself possible. Thank you Fiona and Jia Ming the torchbearer hosts. My parents were @ Simei itself since 4pm after watching a movie. And they @ my point since 6 plus. Heng its near a bus stop. Thank you Edmund for coming all the way for 10 maybe 20 seconds of talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Magnificent Event, 1 Fantastic Journey, Rocking Torchbearer Hosts, Hardworking Support Runners, Beautiful Coordination, Wonderful Weather, 2400 Happy People, 1 Lucky Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would be the next time I be part of another once in a lifetime event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-6703362794313371759?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/6703362794313371759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=6703362794313371759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6703362794313371759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6703362794313371759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a Lifetime'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/TF7MKwJP_QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PifU420ZC8w/s72-c/Color0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-3102197304622360260</id><published>2010-08-05T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:16:40.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislocated shoulder... Again!!!!</title><content type='html'>For the xx time since 2004, I have dislocated my shoulder. Usually, it would take about 5 min for it to go back automatically but today, i think my shoulder knows that I am working therefore, it decided not to be popped back so that I could enjoy my time @ some other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story goes, after the door of a high stationary vehicle opened, I wanted to climb inside. Therefore, I held on to a strap, inside of the door of the vehicle. The vehicle door moved and pop goes my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I went to rest and waited for the shoulder to pop back by itself. After 5 min when my shoulder did not pop back I know liao "Knn have to go hospital. Jit bai siao liao... Dai ji dua diao liao. Sian lor waste time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So LLST, I went to the hospital. KTPH, new and big and clean. Waiting time was short because there was not many people @ AnE. But still, with a dislocated shoulder causing pain, any movement would mean pain even when I was walking or just moving my entire left hand slightly. Finally after going thru the motion, Doc came to reduce the dislocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to breath in a gas thru a gas mask that made me numb and I laid on the bed with my eyes closed. Doc took my left hand, pulled it and a few moments later, I felt he had put the shoulder back in. Due to the gas, there wasn't any pain but I could feel that throughout my body, the nerves were sending electrical signals from the body to the toe telling it that "YES!!! BLOODY BA***** I AM IN PAIN!!!!". And when I woke up, ya I was in a bit of a sweat due to the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went back to work straight after that and went jogging hahaha. ECP is still as cooling as ever and the Carl's Jr dinner with my colleagues after the jog made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-3102197304622360260?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/3102197304622360260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=3102197304622360260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/3102197304622360260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/3102197304622360260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/08/dislocated-shoulder-again.html' title='Dislocated shoulder... Again!!!!'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-188629247901934779</id><published>2010-07-29T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:18:35.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night jogging @ ECP</title><content type='html'>Wah shoik ah. After my lessons, went to ECP and started my jog @ 1030pm. Nobody there. Felt like the whole stretch of ECP, from Fort Rd carpark to Bedok jetty and back belonged to me. But that means... lesser female joggers to look out for. But yet, the air is fresher. At least don't have those annoying youngsters barbequeing and filling up the air with the bbq smell. Air seemed more cooler maybe cause it just rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 12km jog my legs were on the verge of collapsing. Buay tahan now kan tired. But ya its been mmm lets see, 2 months since Adidas Sundown that I last jogged such a long distance. Usually clock only 6km max on the treadmill @ the gym. Need to train up for AHM and of course SCM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-188629247901934779?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/188629247901934779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=188629247901934779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/188629247901934779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/188629247901934779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/07/night-jogging-ecp.html' title='Night jogging @ ECP'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-3424477296659805108</id><published>2010-07-27T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:35:45.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay la kena summon</title><content type='html'>Went to a course @ HSR campus. Parked at a nearby carpark knowing full well that the course would end before 10.30pm. The carpark is for season parking only regardless the type of lot after 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the carpark at about 11.20pm and jit tao sian 0.5. Mdm Fatimah summon me!!! Suay lor. Facilitator had too much to share and the class dragged on. End up when I reach home, I send a apologetic email hoping that they could give me a discount on the fine. Nx time park there must pray to all gods that people believe on Earth and hope that their combined powers can protect my wallet. Heng ah bo sian ka liao because I need to drive home. If I sian ka liao and I drive home, confirm I liao liao. Only child lei, must be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about suay, nowadays quite suay. Need to collect all kinds of holy water, combine them into 1 big bathtub and soak inside for a few hrs. After that shower in the holy water to rinse off all the suayness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 3 weekends / week things have not been going smoothly. Pretty sian because simple things in life I cannot enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend 1 &amp;amp; 2: Plans cancelled in the end rot @ home feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu of week 2: wanted to buy 1 white shirt in the end the cheaper one no stock. Nvm borrow from friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri of week 2: Passport gave to some 3rd party to process visa application for a working trip to USA. I don't even know when I will get my passport back. End up, I have to forego a JB trip that I planned with my friends for 31st July. That means don't know when I can go in and out of the country freely. Nvm. My friend, knowing full well that I was in a bad mood, offered to go out with me to hunt for durians. Drove all the way from CBD to Yio Chu Kang / Serangoon area. Both places out of stock @ 10pm. 10PM ON A FREAKING FRIDAY NIGHT OUT OF STOCK!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thank you for going with me for durians, knowing that I bad mood. Appreciate that you asked me out, cheering me up. Hope I did not show you a black face when I was driving you home. Meeting you made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend 2: Sun, finally managed to buy some durians and have it with my friend. 2 pre-packed packets that I bought, 1 was smelly another 1 meat too hard. Wah lanz!!! Ultimate I tell you. Next time, wanna buy pre-packed, make sure its right in the day and not @ night. My mom bought 4 packets of pre-packed durian on the following Monday afternoon and all fresh. Somemore she put in fridge and when I finished the last box on Wednesday, it still tasted well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you mom!!! You are the best!!! Talking about this woman ah I tell you, no other woman can beat her. She is the best mother!!! Knows the right time to buy things that I am thinking of eating. Even though I hate it that she calls me @ 11pm when I have not reach home, asking me how come I am still outside and when I come home, ask me sleep early because she is afraid the next day I cannot concentrate @ work, I know that she cares. I love you mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend 3: Sat, drove to Marine Parade via route A. Route A jam so I go via route B. ROUTE B ALSO JAM KA SIAO!!! Wah lanz. Jit tao no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my readers pls send me holy water from whatever religion you believe in so that I can bathe in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I know this post abit the chor lor but simply too fed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-3424477296659805108?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/3424477296659805108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=3424477296659805108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/3424477296659805108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/3424477296659805108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/07/suay-la-kena-summon.html' title='Suay la kena summon'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-1506293436019448866</id><published>2010-07-25T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:02:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer... Made me realise I am old</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a soccer session @ The Cage. Makes me feel like I am old. Played against a bunch of ginnas. All can run. Suddenly outta nowhere *POOF* appear behind me. For goodness sake, I am an aspiring marathon runner but their speed is legendary. Ahhhhh the wonders of youth. How I wish I still have it or I am still in it. But mmm its still better to have more spending power.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded of myself when I was young. Started out playing soccer when I was pri 3. Introed by this PE teacher by the name of Mr Sia. From then on, my skin became very fair to the very dark, malayish looking skin now. Heck, close to 20 years liao since I played soccer. Imagine if FAS gives out Good and Long Service medals for every 5 years I played, my left chest would look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/TEwmgOugbQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TnlMIj6wBTE/s400/Untitled-TrueColor-02.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497811580263361794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAHHH!!! HEAVY MAN!!!! Scary. But heng ah I never played soccer as a career or else now maybe no BSc. BS la maybe have (Bullshit). But mmm nothing still beats playing soccer every now and then. Thrash some balls, wack some legs. No I play gentle one hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-1506293436019448866?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/1506293436019448866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=1506293436019448866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/1506293436019448866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/1506293436019448866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/07/soccer-made-me-realise-i-am-old.html' title='Soccer... Made me realise I am old'/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/TEwmgOugbQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TnlMIj6wBTE/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924879.post-6944362352655323731</id><published>2010-07-25T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:38:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back to this blogging thing again. Well this time, its purely for reader's entertainment. Will be peppering this blog with my natural language(s) and the lack of some. A mish mash of English, Chinese, Canto, Hokkien, Malay, Spanish and Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update of my life so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) UniSIM BSc graduate (2009)&lt;br /&gt;2) changed job (2009) BSc pay of course&lt;br /&gt;3) broke up with my ex (Nov 2009, HURRAY!!!). Folks out there, any pretty girls to intro, or even wanna intro yourself, pls submit your photo along with your resume stating your previous experiences, recent photograph of yourself, latest date of availability together with current and expected salary. This is stretching it abit. Not like as if someone is applying for a job with me. The above scenario will pop out if things don't work out as I have planned.&lt;br /&gt;4) signed up for a gym membership, True Fitness. Rates tagged to my friend @ a special promotion and no not the massage parlour type of special.&lt;br /&gt;5) done a 21km walk / jog&lt;br /&gt;6) signed up for AHM 2010 and Standard Chartered Marathon (SCM) 2010&lt;br /&gt;7) intend to sign up for HK SCM 2011!!! Any takers???&lt;br /&gt;8) 2011 running plans: Feb / March HK SCM, May 2011: Adidas Sundown Marathon. 42 or 21 mmm, Sept AHM and finally Dec SCM!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) I need to clean up my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got to say for now. Anything pls sms or msn me. You folks that read this most prob know me so eh ya msn me. Those unsuspecting readers that pounce into this blog, I am not gonna lie to you saying that I got Tom Cruise's looks with a Craig Daniel Body although I would like to have Tom Cruise's wife as a gf / wife but thats another story for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3924879-6944362352655323731?l=ryanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/feeds/6944362352655323731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924879&amp;postID=6944362352655323731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6944362352655323731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924879/posts/default/6944362352655323731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanking.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-back-to-this-blogging-thing-again.html' title=''/><author><name>King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05513072513988703765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icUmiU7Ffbw/Sg6ScyJQV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2E8-v-vo8gA/S220/panda0106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
